Etched into the sand of each person’s life, are markers that signify profound change; Events that re-map the course of the journey. Some are dealt an over abundance of these markers and others, one or two. But all of us, at one point or another will face what forces us to shed the old and walk forward in the unfamiliar new. Resist it as we may, all must roll with the tide.
Tragedies happen. Losses happen. And we are never the same, for better and for worse.
It’s tempting to become victims of our circumstance, and while I believe there is a grace period during which we are allowed to drown ourselves in sadness and grief, and it is imperative to take time to do just that, we then have to move into acceptance, carry on, and find the good that our experiences can create.
I received this picture last night as a precious gift from a friend. Yesterday marked the first anniversary of the loss of her twin baby boys, Kaden and Ethan. Throughout the day, my thoughts never strayed from her family. When this chimed into my inbox, I lost myself in the image, and after several minutes I found it difficult to lift my gaze from it. It seems that her thoughts were with us as well, as our lives were changed in the same way, four years ago today.
She had this made as a thank-you for the support I have offered her this past year. What she doesn’t realize, is the significance of the gift she has already given in accepting that support. Much healing comes from holding someone else’s hand and guiding them along the path on which we have already tread.
Although I held my first-born only for brief moments, the ripple of her life continues to affect our lives and the lives of others, along with Kaden and Ethan, and all of the other precious angels whose names are etched in the sand.